Pre-Owned Currents: Poems (Paperback) 1943491119 9781943491117

Winner of the American Book Award. These poems explore American identity and the powers of myth, faith, doubt, and the environment, and the music of these poems resonate with strains of the English, Spanish, and Din languages. Louis, who has worked as a construction worker and electrician, moves fluently between the literal and symbolic dimensions of work, as he writes in the poem "Electricity" Any laborer gathered for a tear-out/agrees the pleasure of opening walls/is the view of what's no longer behind."

''It takes only the ring of the opening poems in Currents to realize this book does exactly

what one hopes a first book will do, bring alive a new, original voice. It's a voice

Bojan Louis not only sustains, but builds, the way, say, a young Sonny Rollins, might

shape and vary a singular solo that flows through song after song: raw, kinetic, authentic,

a poetry in which language has in common with music the visceral feel of the breathing

body behind it.''

--Stuart Dybek, Streets in Their Own Ink, Paper Lantern

''Bojan Louis' Currents is piercing and polyglot. From the first stark poem, spoken in

the voice of a hard-living construction worker in Alaska who regards the sea and thinks

of Jonah ("bowel-held / and undigested"), to the last in the voice of Xipe Totec (Nahuatl

for Our Lord The Flayed One, as Louis' useful notes tell us), we are swept into a fierce

and sublime poetry, part incantatory vision, part caustic critique of government cruelty

and injustice toward indigenous peoples. By turns a protest of the earth's poisoning,

and as in the title poem, a prayer offered in the Din 'tradition and knowing, ' what

Currents crystallizes in these taut poetic concentrates goes straight to our souls: 'The

prayer, the prayed to, the offering / and the offered; / the bent back and the harvest.'''

--Cynthia Hogue, In June the Labyrinth

Currents is charged and luminous under "butane flame dawn." Bojan Louis "stickframes

nightmares" into song-- in attempt to heal and jolt awake stories in blistering

holler above his homelands of pot-holed desert highways and

reservation borders. An electrician by trade, Din poet Bojan Louis'

debut is a multilingual ceremony of electricity, earth and memory,

where brokenness is the ground from which our stories continue

reaching for H zh ̨.

--Sherwin Bitsui, Shapeshift, Flood Song

''Cry. And wither within. Yet stay strong. Incredibly strong. That's what Currents

by Bojan Louis is. Knowledge is knowledge. It is not spare. Yet, truth to tell,

knowledge is spare. But it's there where it has always been. Where it belongs.

Truth or fact or answer is beside the point. Reading Louis's poems, I have to

stop many times. At times, I feel I lose track. But that's okay. Awareness makes

sure you are current. And ready, prepared, fixated by experience. Mine, not

his. That's when it hits me. Religion and religious experience is the way to

Phoenix from Las Vegas. We'll get there, and we'll be ready. Make sure you

read the Notes at the end of Bojan's book of poems, which tell you more than

you know and swear by.''

--Simon J. Ortiz, From Sand Creek, Out There Somewhere,

Beyond the Reach of Time and Change (ed.)